It was just an odd computer glitch. Something with a reasonable explanation. It has to be. But I’ve sat here for the last hour or so looking at a photo I didn’t intend to find tonight. And it pushed some unexpected emotional buttons.
I wanted to find a photo on my MacBook from about 20 years ago, so I typed in a file-name search. Instead of things related to what I was looking for, the system turned up five photos that were completely unrelated to that. At the top of the list was a photo from seven years ago. I didn’t open it.
Then I worded the search an entirely different way. It gave me a handful of files again. At the top was the same photo which had been at the top of the search before. I felt mesmerized by the weirdness of what I was seeing, so I opened the file, even though I knew what it would be.
There were two faces. One was my face. The other face was that of a beautiful woman who I used to know.
Taking responsibility for mistakes is foreign concept in many lawsuits
Ethicists argue for killing newborns, say it’s just as moral as abortion
Pursuit of perfection leaves me feeling shame when I’m flawed
Briefly: Fully covered Muslim model in SI ‘swimsuit edition’ is a sham
Briefly: As much as I love football, latest evidence convinces me it’s harmful
Briefly: Honeysuckle this time of year connects me to childhood and Nature
I wanted to be Capt. James Kirk; have I become Ignatius J. Reilly?
Angry behavior on social media is killing you and hurting your cause
What kind of sick society names Obama, Clinton its most admired?